Ron Paul on the Federal Reserve

A Sheep Remembers her Shepherd

Ann Coulter is pretty much a big meany. In her latest blog, she remembers William F. Buckley, who died February 27th, 2008, two days ago. In her old, predictable, way, she admires William Buckley for all the ways he was like herself, an outspoken "enfant terrible". No one outside the far right really likes Ann Coulter because of her arrogance and huge demand for attention, but really, it's just her presentation that's so appalling. Her points, when you can find them amidst the incessant anti-liberal blabber, aren't that bad. Sometimes even credible.

She begins by saying she'd rather remember Buckley in his more outspoken days when he wrote books that shocked and infuriated people (sound familiar?), than the post "enfant terrible" days when he "no longer needed to shock the world". Her comment would be incomplete, though, if she didn't find a way to slam the left, as she does in pointing out that she's really unimpressed by liberal actresses.

Those who are offended by radical authors are usually either too serious or too sensitive. William Buckley's early conservative writings have often been viewed as dangerous libel, conservative propaganda, and the like, but radicals are a necessary evil. Kept under a watchful, distrusting eye, their unorthodoxy safely pushes the boundaries of the passive-aggressive, overly sensitive left, and the confrontational, not-quite-sensitive-enough right, so that the two might meet in the middle sometimes.

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